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CDEWIGHT DEPOSIT. 




MRS. SYLVIA CHASE TEEPLE, Author. 



FAVORITE POEMS 



BY 



Mrs::Sylvia Chase Teeple, 

Lookout, Wayne Co., Pa. 



BEAVER SPRINGS, PA.: 
Printed by A. M. Aurand. 1912. 



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Copy right, 1912. 
By Mrs. Sylvia Chase Teeple. 



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Preface. 

The author of these poems, Mrs. Sylvia Chase 
Teeple, wife of Elijah Teeple, was born in Manches- 
ter, Wayne Co., Pa., where she still resides, and the 
only surviving one of a family of nine. She was a 
daughter of Gideon B. and Jane Raines Chase, the 
latter being born in Lincolnshire, England; and al- 
so a member of that family known as the Fentons, 
great christian workers. 

THE PUBLISHER. 



Introduction. 

The object of this little book, 

Dear friends, I hand to you, 

When looking o'er its pages. 

You may find something that's true. 

The workmanship may not be great. 

But in it you will find, 

Some thoughts of life and death alike, 

To help to cheer your mind. 

Although our minds are something like, 

This book were it a blank, 

We're filling pages day by day; 

A sure deposit bank. 

Will last until our record here 

Forgotten it may be. 

But in the book, eternal life, 

Our record there will be. 

We have a safe deposit bank. 

In which none need to fear. 

Our checks are always par thereon, 

The price was very dear. 

But since we all are heirs the same, 

The firm consists of three: 

The Father, Son and Holy Ghost, 

This bank is always free. 



Can God Trust You In The Dark? 



All the day is brio:ht and sunshine. 

Sing we with the merry lark, 
Silently, the spirit whispers, 

Can God trust you in the dark: 
When the shadows hover o'er us. 

And 'tis darkness all about, 
Does his spirit guide and keep you, 

Can he trust you without doubt? 

Know ye not that God has given 

Unto thee, the night for rest. 
Spreads his wings of love about us, 

Sleeping sweetly on his breast. 
Sad! oh sad that thoughts will enter 

Grevious thoughts in hearts abide. 
When the darkness over shadow. 

Knowing naught, that none can hide. 

Rouse, oh mortal from thy slumber, 

Search thy heart as for a thief. 
'Tis the darkness God has given. 

From thy toil a sweet relief. 
Rocked in slumber, rest so peaceful, 

Rising with the merry lark, 
With a sure foundation builded. 

He can trust you in the dark. 

Though the way be dark and dreary, 

Just one step of life we see, 
Unto us a blessing given. 



KAAOIUTK poi'Ars. 

Kept back as a mystery. 
Jesus carries all thy burden, 

Unto us doth love impart. 
But his spirit gently whispers, 

Can he trust you in the dark. 

Know ye not the hour of darkness. 

When the saviour prayed alone 
In the garden, to the Father, 

There was all his sorrow known. 
Still, he gave his life a ransom, 

For to guide our little bark. 
And his spirit gently whispers. 

Can he trust you in the dark. 

When at last all things will vanish 

From our sight, as doth the cloud. 
Will we hear the angels singing 

Heavenly music, sweet and loud? 
No more darkness, no more fears. 

Changed to glory, doubts have passed. 
If we have the mind of Jesus 

He will trust us, there at last. 



St. John, The Evangelist. 



A beautiful life in him we see, 
The beloved companion of our Lord was he. 
Although he the younger of the Apostles, to 
The Master had confidence that he would be true. 
So devoted a companion in tumult or peace. 

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FAVORITE POKAf-^. 

He leaned on his breast at the supper, the feast, 

So dearly beloved, by his Master was he. 

The veil covered friendship so close, none could see. 

We read, that our Lord did commend unto him 
The deepest of work, that was now to begin, 
Saw, raising the daughter of Jarius while there. 
Who ruled in the synagogue, sought Christ in prayer, 
And there, by the side of the Master was he, 
To strengthen his faith, saw new life flowing free, 
The one, upon whom he could always depend. 
So close, did he follow him unto the end. 

We find him one, of the chosen few. 
On the mount of transfiguration too. 
Where prayer, devotion, earnest plea, 
That God the father, there did see. 
Forgetting, all the world while there, 
They saw his face, to shine so fair. 
His raiment white, and dazzling shone. 
Two saints appeared, to join the throne. 

They heard a voice, from the clouds so bright, 

In shadow hidden, from their sight. 

This is my son, beloved is he, 

hi whom I am, so pleased to see. 

He told them there, his voice to hear, 

Upon their face, they fell with fear. 

But Jesus came, and said arise. 

The cloud, had vanisehd from their eyes. 

When in the garden in deep prayer. 
The beloved John was with him there. 

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The scene, had often been his home, 
And God had met him there alone. 
He told them there that they would be 
All scattered, Him no more would see. 
As sheep, when left alone to stray, 
The shepherd, smitten on the way. 

He owned, and was owned till the last, 
By his dear Lord, till life had passed. 
And when upon, the cross, while there. 
Commits his mother to his care. 
Such wonderous love, has e're been shown, 
Nor ever will, by mortals known. 
So humble, and so pious he, 
No more a fisherman by the sea. 

No purer love, could one have shown. 
No greater confidence, made known. 
Than leaving there, the care that day. 
And duty, to his mother pay. 
In sympathy, for her so deep. 
Until her soul, was rocked in sleep, 
Then taking up his work anew. 
He founded churches not a few. 

But soon the cruel strife arose. 

So many always, will oppose. 

The cruel emperor of the day. 

Ordered him bound, and sent away. 

And there, God saved hirn, with such care. 

From all, their wicked works, forbear. 

And, to the Island of Patmos, he 

Was sent across the lonely sea. 



This was a very lonely place. 

But there found peace, to teach God's grace. 

And there he wrote, that wonderous book, 

The secret depth, on which we look, 

So great that none can comprehend, 

The last of all, the Bible ends. 

But things unseen, a mystery seem. 

Hid from our sight, as but a dream. 

He saw it there, in visions clear. 

He loved the Church of Christ so dear, 

But, back to Asia did return. 

The cruel emperor's death to learn. 

Again, at Ephesus reside. 

To spread The Gospel far and wide. 

Beloved desiple, loved so well. 

While all the other martyrs fell. 

And in the evening of his life. 
To church he still did go. 
For able then to preach the word, 
Some scripture lesson know. 
He called them little children, 
And told them love to show 
To one another was his plea, 
The Saviour told him so. 

His work now done, his labor o'er, 

He enters unto rest. 

Again to meet the Saviour there. 

And lean upon his breast. 

And there his clay was laid to rest. 

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By the church he loved so well. 

And his life shines out so bright to-day. 

The disciple whom Jesus loved so well. 



Sketch of the Life and Death of Moses. 



Only a little baby, 

One of the purest and bright, 
Hid from the cruel monarch, 

Three long months, from sight, 
Still, a mother praying, 

God would lead them on. 
Through the darkest shadow, 

To the light beyond. 

Only a little baby, 

Placed in a bulrush ark, 
Hidden beside the river, 

In that lonely bark. 
Only a loving sister, 

Watching there that day. 
Saw the King's fair daughter, 

Passing by that way. 

Only a little baby. 

Trusted in God's care. 
She spied the little basket, 

And wondered what was there, 
She told her maid to bring it, 

And there, to her surprise. 
Was little baby, Moses, 

With weeping in his eyes. 

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FAVOKITK P(H<:.A[S. 

Only a little baby, 

Left all alone to die, 
Could her proud heart resist it, 

That moanful and pitiful cry. 
She saw it was one of the number. 

The King had commanded to die, 
But the beautiful face of the baby. 

Brought sorrow to all that was nigh. 

Only a little baby, 

But her heart was filled with joy. 
She told her maid to bring a nurse. 

To care for the baby boy. 
And so she brought the mother back. 

With heart so full of joy, 
To love and cherish home again, 

Her own, dear baby boy. 

And as the baby older grew. 

The mother took him back. 
Up to the high court of the king. 

Which was a noble act. 
And as the princes saw him, 

'Twas there to her surprise. 
The noble mind of Moses, 

So perfect in her eyes. 

And so the princes kept him there. 
And called him her own son, 

And named him little Moses, 
His knowledge just begun, 

But God was always near him, 

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F.WORTTK P()K:\[S. 

And as the years passed by, 
He chose to leave the palace, 
Of the king's court, so high. 

Chosing rather the affliction. 

Of God's children to be one, 
Than to dwell in sin and pleasure, 

Leaving all his work undone, 
So he went and joined his brethren 

In a wretched state of life, 
in Egyptian bondage treated, 

By their cruelty atid strife. 

So he left the land of Egypt, 

And to Midian he came, 
To a bright and happy country. 

East the red sea to remain, 
Chosing there to be a shepherd 

Over Jethro's flock, one day 
They wandered in the desert. 

To Mount Horeb, far away. 

And as the flocks did wander, 

The angel did appear. 
The fire was in the burning bush, 

And great the shepherd's fear. 
Although the fire was burning. 

The flames spread far and wide, 
Resolved to see what it might be, 

The Lord was by his side. 

But as the voice forebade him, 
He heard the Master say, 

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F.w'oRrri-: P()i;Ars. 

Thou stcindest upon holy ground, 

Thou surely must obey, 
Pull of thy shoes from off thy feet. 

For thou must surely know, 
'Tis God's own voice that leadeth thee. 

Back to thy brethren go. 

But Moses fell upon the ground. 

And covered up his face, 
But God was very merciful, 

And told him of his race. 
How, that the people suffered there. 

In slavery and in sin. 
And chose him for their leader. 

To bring the people in. 

He promised to be with him. 

To guide him on the way. 
And sent him back to Pharoah. 

Who was their king that day, 
So great the Lord did send the plagues, 

Upon the people there. 
He chose to let the children go. 

To worship anywhere. 

And so the people started out. 

Before the break of day, 
About six hundred thousand men, 

And household on the way, 
And brought they all their cattle on. 

And beasts, with goods and tents, 
With hearts so light rejoicing free, 

The sons of Jacob went. 



FAVORITE POEMS. 

The Lord he opened up the way, 

They could not go astray, 
Led by the cloudy pillow days. 

At night the fire display, 
And as they journeyed on and on, 

They came to Etham fair; 
A village small, to quench their thirst. 

Found wells of water their. 

And after tarrying there a while, 

The Lord did lead them on. 
Unto the land of Bedea, 

To meet the cruel throng, 
The wicked king pursued them. 

Six thousand chariots strong. 
With infantry assembling. 

Brought gods of gold along. 

It made the people tremble, 

They had been so oppressed, 
And kept in deep seclusion, 

From God's own holy rest. 
But Moses with his great kind voice. 

Was heard in tones to say, 
Fear not, stand still, and see the works. 

The Lord will do to-day. 

The enemy shall pass away, 

Forever, from thy sight. 
The Lord will lead us gently on. 

From morning until night. 
And so he opened up the way, 

And marched the people there, 

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F.WORITK POK>rs. 

Toward the waters of the sea, 
Out from their deep dispair. 

And Moses lifted up the rod, 

The wind beo:an to blow. 
Dividing up the waters deep. 

To let the people go. 
Again the firey pillow came. 

To guide them safely o'er, 
'Twas shining there between the two, 

God's light along the shore. 

And as the morning did appear, ^ 

The enemy did see. 
The Hebrew people safely there. 

Across the waters free. 
And as they raged and followed on, 

They all began to fear. 
The earth did shake, 

The thunder break, 
The hand of God was near. 

But soon their fear became so great, 

They said come let us flee, 
Their God Jehova, fighteth now. 

Against us strong is he. 
Then Moses stretched again his hand. 

Across the sea, divide. 
The waters gently flowing back. 

Ingulfed them with the tide. 

And when the people saw it. 

How he had brought them through, 



FAVORITK P()l^^fS. 

They feared the god of Moses, 

And life was made anew, 
They sang a song of gladness, 

Triumphant unto God, 
The horse and rider perish, 

When Moses lift the rod. 

But soon we find them marching, 

Toward the desert land, 
Conducted by the will of God, 

Made plain in Moses' hand, 
Again we hear them murmuring. 

Not knoVing that God's will, 
Was promised unto Moses, 

He would every want fulfill. 

But God soon furnished water. 

And food for their supply. 
The bread that came to feed them. 

Was manna from on high. 
Each night the Lord sent down the food. 

Enough for every one. 
Until the seventh day did come, 

Then all their work was done. 

But as they still did murmur on, 

Until at last one day, 
The enemy, it did appear, 

The Amalekites they say. 
And so he ordered Joshua, 

Who did such courage show. 
To draw the choicest men in camp, 

And off to battle go. 

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So early in the mornin.u;. 

Ascend i no; up the hill, 
To look on the en.o:a.i>:ement, 

The battle to fulfill, 
And Moses takin.i>: there his rod, 

Which never yet had failed, 
And by the help of soldiers brave. 

The battle was prevailed. 

And as he led them farther on, 

To Sinai, lonely i)lain, 
There at the foot of the mountain hio:h, 

God's voice was heard again. 
It told him to ascend the mount, 

But first remind them there. 
Of wonderous work the Lord had wr()u.i>:ht, 

In desert lands so bare. 

So Moses told his message. 

To the elders he thought best, 
And did ascend the mountain. 

And there was greatly blessed. 
And on the third the people saw, 

A dark cloud there arose, 
The thunder roared, the lightning flashed, 

So dreadful were their woes. 

At length when all had passed away, 

And all the people saw, 
The voice of God was heard to speak. 

Which did proclaim the law, 
The ten Commandments there he gave, 

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KAVoiiiri; r()i:.\is. 

Which was lo be their i^uide. 
And all the people did rejoice. 
With Moses at their side. 

This was a very pleasing sight. 

For Moses to behold, 
Changed from their murmurings so great. 

To joy and peace untold. 
He said fear not for 'tis God's ways, 

Submissive thou must be, 
And reverence to thy master show, 

If thou canst follow me. 

And Moses on the mountain there. 

Received commandments, ten, 
Gave by the Almighty voice of God, 

And handed down to men. 
Returning back the people there. 

Had entered into sin. 
So great his grief he cast them down, 

A new work to begin. 

He then destroyed their idol works. 

Their God was melted down, 
The people were divided then. 

And terrible was the sound. 
But all the sons of Levi there. 

Were free from guilt and stain, 
And for obedience to command. 

Not one of them was slain. 

Again God's voice did call him up. 
To Sinai mountain fair, 

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i-.u<)i;rri': in)i:.\[s. 

'I\vo tables more prepared of stone. 

To write Commandments there, 
And forty days and ni«:hts he plead, 

With God for fallen race. 
So changed was he that none could see, 

The look upon his face. 
And while he tarried on the mount, 

Instructions there received, 
A Tabernacle should be built, 

For all who would believe, 
Their offerino;s were freely gave, 

The house was all complete, 
The glory of the Lord came down, 

And crowned the mercy seat. 
At length the cloud did pass away, 

And Moses entered in. 
To worship only the true God, 

From idols and from sin, 
The Sabbath should- be strictly kept. 

The passover solemn feast, 
The tribe of Levi to assist. 

With Aaron as their Priest. 
But still the people murmured on, 

So great in their distress, 
Of numbers there two million strong. 

Camped in the wilderness. 
And Moses felt the burden great, 

They had become so strong, 
And God did send him quick relief, 

To help the people on. 

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He called the elders of the llock. 

Who quickly did obey. 
Some seventy men, who were inspired, 

To prophesy the way. 
But still the pious Moses had. 

Such love for all his race. 
The glory of the Lord revealed. 

Spake to him (Face to Face.) 

At length they reach the border. 

Of the promised land so fair. 
And sent out spies from every tribe. 

To view the country there, 
They find the fruit was very great. 

The promise it was true. 
But still they fear the enemy. 

Was very powerful too. 

And so they wander round and round. 

And cannot enter in. 
To claim the promised land so fair. 

Kept back by murmuring. 
But Moses, who had never failed. 

While watching o'er his flock. 
Spake to the people first instead. 

Of speaking to the rock. 

Here now ye Rebels, must we bring. 

The water from the rock, 
A lack of patience there he showed, 

While watching o'er his flock. 
The Lord was very much displeased, 

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F.v\()HiTi-; i'()i:.\(s. 

To have him disobey, 
His brother Aaron by his side, 
The Hii>:h Priest on that day, 

This was the only failure known. 

Through all the years he led. 
The people on their weary march, 

From Egyptian bondage fled, 
But still he did command the throng. 

Yet farther on their way. 
But entered not the promised land. 

Because he disobeyed. 

But God did give them mighty power, 

To conquer all their foes, 
And every place the people went, 

They quickly were opposed. 
But now the time would soon expire, 

Their wonderings should cease, 
Encouraged by their leader now, 

That God would give them peace. 

He brought to mind the many things, 

Befell them on the way, 
Since leaving Egypt how that God, 

Had led them all the way, 
He then did teach them of the Law, 

That faithful they should be, 
And of Commandments that he gave, 

A book should written be. 

But now his earthly toil should cease, 
And God did call him there, 

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FAVORITE POEMS. 

Up to the mountain Abarim, 

To view the land so, fair, 
Which he had promised long ago, 

To Abraham, chosen race. 
And there he told him he should die, 

Intrusted to God's grace. 
And so submissive to God's will. 

He bade them all farewell. 
Prophetic blessings there bestowed, 

On all the people fell. 
And laying there aside his work, 

In care of Joshua, 
Commissioned by the same true God, 

That brought them on their way. 
He now retires to Pisgah, 

On Nebo highest mount. 
To view the land of promise. 

His life was passing out. 
And there his soul resigned to God, 

On that lone mountain there, 
Conveyed it to a happier home. 

Than Canaan land by far. 
Of all the greatest leaders known. 

Commissioned on the earth. 
As statesman, warrior, poet, guide. 

Has none been since his birth, 
He left the law on which we build, 

From all the ages borne. 
We lay the noble sage to rest. 

Until the Judgement morn. 

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F.VVORITE POE:\rR. 

When kings and rulers of to-day. 

Are laid within the grave, 
A monument so great is placed, 

All honor to them gave. 
But on that hill alone rests he, 

No stone to mark the spot, 
But God so gently looking down, 

Upon that hidden plot. 

God has his ways of mysteries, 

That we cannot understand. 
Hidden from sight till the morning light, 

Breaks forth on the golden strand, 
But that still small voice. 

Doth speak and tell. 
Of the love of him, 

He loved so well. 

The angels came and placed him there, 

On dark Bethpeors hill. 
And no one knoweth yet the spot, 

Remaineth there so still. 
And there alone on that lone hill. 

All honor finest gave, 
All wrapped in glory and God's hand. 

To lay him in the grave. 



God's Protection Care. 



Do we make the best of our talent, 
God's own precious gift to all, 

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lAVOPvI'lK PoKMS. 

Are we ?:athering fruit for the AAaster^ 

Each day be it gn^at or small. 
Are we living as God has commanded, 

For Glory, for Peace and good will, 
Do we cast all our cares upon Jesus, 

Who will all of his promises fulfill. 
Remember oh friend, of the wonder, 

If God's grace is sufficient for thee, 
To throw out the life line to others, 

That all of the world soon may see, 
That this beautiful world God has loaned us, 

For time it is short or prolonged. 
To gather some sheaves for the master, 

And help some poor brother along. 
To some this life seems a great pleasure. 

They are living a life just for fame, 
They wander, from greater amusements. 

And always delight in some game. 
But sooner or later will perish. 

All things that seem only a dream; 
The greatest of all gifts God gave us 

Flowed down from Calvary's stream. 
Each day of our journey is numbered. 

Each moment we breathe the pure air, 
Look up! weary, wandering, brother, 

God's love is so great, and his care, 
That the hairs of your head are all numbered. 

The sparrows that fly to and fro, 
He knoweth no sleep or no slumber. 

Goes with thee wherever thou go. 

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i\\v()i:rn'; tokms. 

Remember now thy Creator 

In the days of thy youth is the time, 
While the moon nor the stars be not darkened, 

Nor the sun refuseth to shine. 
Thou surely must put on the garments 

Laid down by the saints passed away; 
Through faith and through prayer they have con- 
quered. 

Their lives are a light on our way. 

Sometimes his work is a pleasure. 

At others 'tis clouded with care. 
Remember that this is his promise; 

No temptation that thou can'st not bear. 
For he promised with every temptation 

A way of escape to provide; 
Bring all of thy joy and thy sorrow. 

Protected by him, as our guide. 

Remember, his arm is not shortened, 

His ear is not deaf to our call; 
He giveth grace to the humble. 

Not one of his children shall fall. 
Who, under his wings, are abiding, 

From cares and from danger unseen. 
He guideth our steps and our pathway, 

He bideth the tempest serene. 
So, let us remember our talent, 

God's own precious gift, unto all. 
And bring in some sheaves for the master. 

For his care, and his love since the fall. 

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f.w okii'i'. i'()t:.vi>. 



That when this life's journey is ended, 
Our triumph in victory is won, 

We will hear the glad words of the Master, 
To enter, Thy work is well done. 



Daniel the Prophet 



Out of the crowd of the Jewish captives 

A number of youths, of the brighest class, 
Were chosen and taught in the king's high palace, 

To be of service as he might ask. 
We find there a young man, 

Full of faith, love and prayer. 
The young Counselor, Daniel, 

In a great empire there. 

For three years instucted in language so great. 

To qualify holding the office of state. 
At the end of the time 

They were brought to the king 
And were found ten times better 

Than all he could bring. 
They were admitted, accordingly, a place, 

With the learned astrologers of that race. 

One of the most favorite prophets was he. 

To wisdom and honor and high degree. 
The king had a dream, but forgotten had he, 

And it left an impression, and his mind was not 
So he called all his wise men [free. 

That their skill he might see, 

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To recox'er the lost dream 

And set his mind free. 
But ot all of the number, 

Not one could be found; 
So, he ordered them massacred, 

There no mercy was found. 
Then he called upon Daniel 

And his other friends three, 
To interpret the dream, 

Or their lives doomed would be. 

But Daniel, informed of the King's request. 

Repaired to his palace, and to his request, 
And ask of him there 

Further time be allowed 
For the work. To interpret 

This he solemnly vowed. [hear, 

And in fasting and prayer that God them would 

And show them the dream, the King did so fear. 

So God in his mercy to Daniel did show 

In a vision the dream he was so anxious to know. 
He saw there an Image, an Idol of Sin. 

Which would soon be destroyed 
And a new work begin. 

He told him the kingdom of Christ would be 
Set up on their ruins, which soon he would see; 

And would fill the whole earth, and there would 
Till the end of time continue the same, [remain 

But Daniel disclaimed any wisdom to know; 
It was God who revealed all the wisdom to show. 



F.woiiiTi'; iM m:\is. 

But the King, not forgetting, a reward he had won. 

He appointed him ruler over all Babylon; 
And over the wise men he was governor, too. 
The two highest offices of the state to pursue; 

He had a high seat in the courts of the King; 
God gave him such knowledge thereto begin. 

The King was astonished he such wisdom possess'd 

And there, before Daniel he so humbly confess- 
And acknowledged to him, [ed 

As the dream he revealed, 
That his God was the Lord 

Was no longer concealed. 
God gave him the knowledge the dream to reveal; 

To bring the conviction the King then did feel. 

But soon with great wealth and his heart full of 
fame; 

The acknowledgement of God was all in vain. 
He erected an image, so large, of gold; 

So great in grandeur, and wealth untold. 
Far ahead of the God of the Hebrews thought he; 

So great in his sight was the image to see, 
All men were commanded to worship alone 

The God of gold, and no other be known. 

But Daniel was there, and his friends by his side; 

So true to their God, on whom they relied, [see, 
With their faces toward Jerusalem, no image they 

Only God's mighty power, and his mercy so free. 
His friends were cast in a furnace so hot; [Lot, 

But God saved them there, as in mercy saved 
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FAV<.n-irrK ir)ior>. 



And no harm befel them, by God's power led. 
Not the least were they injured, not a hair of 
their head. 

The Kino;, standing;' by, was constrained to con- 
fess 

The God of the Hebrews supercedes all the rest. 
But his heart, soon a.y:ain, 

Swelled with .i?:reat, kingly pride. 
And he longed for the honor 

More than love to abide. 
But God took away all his honor and pride; 

And a more humble spirit in him did abide. 

A new king, Belshazzar, now sits on the throne; 

To a thousand of his lords, a great feast was made 
known; 
They praised there the gods of gold and of stone, 

But the only true God, no praise was known. 
But the time was now come 

That God's power be made known, 
And his name shall be glorified; 

In mankind there be shown. 

Then all of a sudden there appeared on the wall 

A handwriting so strange, so mysterious did fall. 
But all were unable its secret to tell; 

On the unpious King much terror befel. 
But soon they remind him of one was abroad. 

Of his wonderful service and faith in his God. 
So they now call for Daniel, the prophet once more 

To interpret the secret to them as before. 



FA\'()KITi: foi:m; 



He was promised a place in his kingdom, to be, 

His robe should be scarlet and ornaments free. 
But the Prophet no honor to himself would retain; 

Still he read the handwriting to the king just the 
same. 
He told him their God had numbered his reign, 

Had been weighed in the balance and found 
wanting, the same; 
Thy kingdom divided and taken from thee; [be. 

And the Medes and the Persians as rulers shall 

A terrible sentence was this for to hear, 

But the same night was slain the king from all 
But Daniel, the Prophet, in high favor came, [fear. 

For the new king, Darius, appointed the same 
As ruler and governor of province and state; 

Which soon turned to jealousy, envy and hate. 
And again to destroy the young prophet did plan, 

But God's works are wonderfully revealed thru' 
man. 

So they now raise a cry that no one be known 

To pray unto none but the king alone. 
For thirty days only they must not pray 

To the God of Daniel, nor disobey. [er 

But the Prophet as ever full of faith, love and pray- 

Was condemned a transgressor by all that were 
And in spite of all the king might say [there, 

He was caM in the den of the lions that da\'. 

The king spent the night in sorrow and grief, 
But, he trusted that God would send relief. 

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And there in the morning, so early, was he[thee?" 
And called unto Daniel, '*Hath thy God saved 

The answer came quick 1\', "O King look and see, 
My God sent his anp:els in mercy to me, 

And closed up the mouths of the lions to-night. 
1lie glory of God was revealed in full light." 

So pleased was the king that God there did stay 

All the works of the enemy from their wicked 

way: (out, 

He commanded that Daniel from the den be brou't 

And there he was rescued, and no harm shown 
about. 
His accusers were brought and cast in the den. 

As the king had commanded to those cruel men, 
And all of their families so soon were destroyed; 

With no one to rescue, and none could avoid. 

The Almighty, so great, there his power did show, 

A rewarder of them that are steadfast below. 
The king ordered there that all men should fear. 

Tremble, and serve the true God, far and near. 
For his kingdom shall stand till all ages have past. 

And his word shall endure, even unto the last. 
By signs and by wonders in heaven and earth; 

His love has not changed since the day of man's 
birth. 



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From vierhodist Hj mas, May, 184^. 

The Mind That Was in Christ, 



Jesus, plant and root in me, 

All the mind that was in Thee, 
Settled peace 1 then shall find; 

Jesus is a quiet mind. 
Anger, I no more shall feel. 

Always even, always still. 
Meekly on my God reclined; 

Jesus is a gentle mind. 
I shall suffer and fulfil 

All my Father's gracious will. 
Be in all alike resigned; 

Jesus is a patient mind. 
When 'tis deeply rooted here, 

Perfect love shall cast out fear. 
Fear dote servile, spirits bind; 

Jesus is a noble mind. 
I shall nothing know besides 

Jesus and him crucified. 
Perfectly to him be joined; 

Jesus is a loving mind. 
I shall triumph evermore. 

Gracefully my God adore. 
God so good, so true, so kind: 

Jesus is a thankful mind. 

Lowly, loving, meek and pure 
I shall till the end endure, 

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Be no more to sin inclined; 

Jesus is a constant miiicl. 

I shall fully be restored 
To the imaj^e of my Lord, 

Witnessing to all mankind; 
Jesus is a perfect mind. 



Christmas Cheer. 



Merry Christmas unto all. 

Hail the comin.e: of the morn, 
Bells are ringing;, children singing, 

Sweetest carol Christ is born. 
Peace on earth and joy and gladness, 

Swell the tidings far and near. 
Sing Hosanna in the highest, 

For His love has cast out fear. 

Angel of the Lord appeareth 

To the shepherds on that night, 
And His glory shone about them, 

Guided by that heavenly light. 
Fear not, for we bring glad tidings; 

Shepherds heard the angels call, 
Unto you is born a Saviour, 

Which is Christ, the Lord of all. 

When the angel had departed 
From the shepherds on that night, 

And had told the wondrous story 
Of the Lord, the King of Light. 

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Let us each go unto Bethelem, 

And see the things that's come to pass. 
'Guided by the guardian angel 

On their way they travel fast. 

Till at last they reach their journey, 

And behold the Babe so fair, 
Lying in a manger lowly, 

With the mother free from care. 
Then they tell the wondrous story 

Of the Christ Child far abroad, 
Unto earth is born a Saviour, 

Prince of Peace, the Son of God. 



Jesus, Lover of My Soul 



Jesus, Lover of my soul, 

Sang the Saints of long ago. 
Let me to Thy bosom fly, 

There protection they did know. 
While the nearer waters roll. 

Peace and joy to them did bring. 
While the tempest still is high, 

With the spirit they did sing. 
Hide me, Oh my Saviour, hide, 

Lived they near His bleeding side. 
Till the storm of life is past, 

And they sang it till the last. 
Safe into Thy haven guide. 

All their doubts were laid aside. 
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Oh, receive my soul at last. 

He will hold them there so last. 
Other rer"u.i!:e have I none, 

Louder still the anthems rin<4\ 
Hang my helpless soul on Thee, 

All the people then did sing. 
Leave, Oh leave, me not alone, 

A more prayerful, solemn tone. 
Still support and comfort me, 

All the singing then was free. 
All my trust on Thee is stayed, 

Then they trusted and obeyed. 
All my help from Thee I bring, 

From such thankful hearts they sing. 
Cover my defenceless head. 

With the light of glory spread; 
With the shadow of Thy wing. 

Here they made the anthem ring. 
Thou, Oh Christ, art all 1 want. 

In him they were satisfied. 
More than all in Thee I find. 

Leaving all the world behind. 
Raise the fallen, cheer the faint. 

This their mission everywhere. 
Heal the sick and lead the blind. 

Does our lives with theirs compare? 
Just and holy is Thy name. 

Then so reverently they came. 
I am all unconsciousness, 

Theirs, not all a life of bliss. 
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False and full of sin I am, 

There so much they felt the need. 
Thou art full of truth and grace, 

And their souls on love did feed. 

Plenteous grace with Thee is found. 

Unto all 'twas freely given. 
Grace to cover all my sins, 

And He there, their sins forgiven. 
Let the healing streams abound. 

Washed their sins as white as snow. 
Make and keepme pure within, 

Sing it soft and sing it low. 
Thou of Christ the fountain art, 

There through faith did they remain, 
Freely let me take of Thee, 

And they never thirst again. 
Spring Thou up within my heart. 

With this hymn we cannot part. 
Rise to all eternity, 

With the angels sing it free. 

Time and Eternity. 

We are here to prepare for Eternity, 

Eternity, Eternity. 
We are here to prepare for Eternity, 

Eternity so long. 
The Master is giving us work to do. 

Work to do, work to do; 
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The master is giving us work to do. 
Why stand ye idle, long? 

Time is passing swifth' by, 

Swiftly by, swiftly bv. 
Time is passing swiftly by. 

Why stand ye idle here? 
Christ is waiting to receive. 

To recieve, to receive. 
Christ is waiting to receive. 

All whom he loved so dear. 

Open now your heart to him, 

Let him in, let him in. 
Open now your heart to him. 

He's knocking, knocking there. 
He will hear you when you pray, 

When you pray, when you pray. 
He will hear you when you pray. 

Arise, and let him in. 

Refrain: 

Go work at His command. 

Across the sea to foreign lands. 
Work where ever Christ commands, 

To gather the wanderer home. 



Rock of Ages. 

Rock of Ages, ever dear. 
Come into our hearts to cheer, 
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Take away our doubts and fears. 
Be our refuge all the years, 

Leave us not alone, we pray, 
Guide our footsteps all the way, 

Open wide Thine arms of love. 
Till we reach our home above. 

May Thy cleft a refuge be, 

Home for every soul set free. 
All our guilt and sin and pride. 

Bring we to Thy bleeding side. 
Nothing of ourselves but sin, 

Gentle Jesus, take us in, 
Bid our sins from us depart. 

Cleanse and purify our heart. 

While we on the earth abide. 

Gentle Jesus, be our guide. 
Till at last our work is o'er, 

And we meet to part no more. 
May we there a welcome meet. 

Found beneath the mercy-seat. 
Rock of Ages, ever dear. 

May we hide ourselves from fear. 



The Key of Life. 



Who knoweth the mystery of the world? 

'Tis traveling on so fast. 
And all the wondrous works of man 

So strangely brought to pass. 

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He knows no fear, for in His mind 

A thousand ways may see, 
To carry out His great desi.G:ns, 

Remember, God carries the key. 

Thouo'h men mii>:ht conquer all the world, 

Go flying through the air, 
And rise away from all the earth, 

And friends' and loved ones' care. 
So great his wisdom and his might, 

His courage all can see, 
But greater still than all his works, 

Remember, God carries the key. 

We see invention very great, 

Study and thought applied, 
Has satisfied the greatest dream 

And laid all doubt aside. 
The building of the highest tower, 

The greatest bridge, we see, 
The secret of the xray light, 

Remember, God carries the key. 

The Panama Canal is one 

Of all men*s greatest acts, 
Brought on by constant toil and thought 

By those who know no lack. 
Of courage have, and thought applied, 

Such wondrous works we see, 
The world goes traveling swiftly on, 

Remember, God carries the key. 

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We hear the name of soldiers brave, 

While marching off to war, 
And cannon roar, and hardships great, 

And bullets round them soar. 
But when then the tumult all is past 

So many lives they see, 
Have passed away, while others stay, 

Remember, God carries the key. 

The people of today, so great 

In numbers and so strong, 
Are pushing forward to advance. 

The youths that march along 
To college, school of every kind: 

Taught there by those who see. 
That learning is not wisdom yet. 

Remember, God carries the key. 

We have a character to build, 

Mere learning is not all, 
To practise what we learn for good. 

Be it e*er so great or small. 
No, learning cannot make your life. 

Appear what it should be. 
Wisdom applied to every thought, 

Remember, God carries the key. 

Herein is learning that is best, 

And some success to win. 
From every lesson that is taught. 

Avoid all worldysin. 
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Be wise, unselfish in your heart 

And live tor God, 'tis he 
That gives you wisdom, stretigth and power 

Remember, God carries the key. 

But last of all the greatest gift 

This world has ever known. 
Made perfect in the Son of God, 

That sat upon the throne. 
I am the Way, the Truth, the Life, 

So plain that all can see, 
To enter Heaven through the door. 

The Lamb of God, the Ke\'. 



The Old Guide Book. 



The Dear Old Book, so old, yet new, 

Will always guide us safely through, 
We turn its pages o'er and o'er, 

See something never seen before. 
The best part is, it gives to thee 

An equal part of life so free. 
Beyond this life, beyond the grave. 

It tells us how our souls to save. 

The Dear Old Book has stood the test 
So many years, and brought us rest. 

The only safe and perfect guide. 
To have our Bible by our side, 

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And in it we will surely see 

A message fitted just forme. 
No other way can guide us right, 

It tells us there, Christ is the Light. 

The Dear Old Book that gives us light. 

Will never fail to lead us right; 
Thousands are walking in its light, 

They fear no evil for the night. 
Because the shepherd watches there, 

Protects them with his gentle care. 
'Tis sweet to rest when well we know, 

That God looks down and loves us so. 

The Dear Old Book of long ago, 

Our fathers loved and treasured so; 
God gave them then such courage brave. 

The Gospel banner there to wave. 
If Christian men today could be. 

So earnest in their work so free, 
Soon all the world would shout and sing, 

Hosanna to our Heavenly King. 

The Dear Old Book they loved it great, 

They stood the storms of cruel fate, 
They gave up all the world had given 

To make a path for us to heaven. 
And are we walking, day by day, 

To cast the thorns from out the way. 
For those who follow in our path 

To escape the judgement of God's wrath? 

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The Dear Old Book, where would we go 

For rest and peace while here below? 
And there beneath its lids are closed. 

The Law that no one can oppose, 
Ot Virtue, Truth and Honesty. 

It gives to all their choice so free, 
This is the Pearl of greatest price. 

Which promises Eternal life. 

The Dear Old Book, in every home 

Its tear-stained spots, has comfort shown, 
When trials seem so hard to bear, 

Will always find a comfort there. 
And greater love for none can show, 

Than Jesus died for you, you know, 
And when the eve of life has come, 

The Dear Old Liook will guide us home. 



Zacchaeus, the Publican. 

So long ago, the Scripture sa\'. 

The Saviour took with him one day, 
Disciples twelve. They journey there, 

Toward Jerusalem land so fair, 
The joy, the pride of all the earth, 

Mount Zion in her beauty stood. 
There unto God these thanks made known 

The house of David was their throne. 

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And as they journey on their way, 

A blind man standing near, 
Addressed the Saviour in these words, 

And cried out from his fear, 
**Jesus, Thou Son of David, mine. 

Show mercy now I pray, 
And have compassion upon me 

While passing by this way." 

And there as ever Christ the same. 

His heart so full and free, 
He saw the blind Bartimeous— 

What— becoming to me? 
But when they saw what he could not, 

They bade him cease to cry. 
But then, so anxious Christ to see. 

Called louder— as he drew nigh. 

But Jesus, waiting there that day. 

His Physician for to be, 
Commanded that the man be brought,. 

A message sent so free. 
They tell him then, be of good cheer. 

The Master calleth thee; 
He, casting off his garments then. 

Rose quickly, there to be. 

And Jesus knowing then his ncedr 
And saw his faith so strong. 

What would'st thou now that I may do„ 
Why tarry here so long? 

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The blind man there with earnest plea. 

Not knowin.y; yet 'twas li^ht, 
With trembllno: voice and tremblin.u: lij)s, 

Said, *'Lord, restore m\' sii>:ht/' 

And Jesus saxeth unto him, 

''Arise, ^-o on thy way, 
Th\' faith is more than all to thee, 

Thy eyes shall see todax." 
And then and there he saw the li^ht, 

The Saviour of today. 
And followed in his footsteps there, 

The strai.ii'ht and narrow way. 

And as they journey farther on. 

Toward Jerusalem so fair. 
While passing there, throu^'h Jericho, 

The streets were crowded there, 
They tell the story far and near 

That Christ will pass that way, 
And there his power made known they saw 

As is the same today. 

A little man named Zacchaeus, 

A chief amon;^: his race, 
But very small in stature. 

Was standing in that place. 
But when he heard that Jesus 

Was passing by that day, 
He ran ahead and climbed a tree 

To see him on his way. 

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But soon the Saviour's watchful eye 

From which no one can hide, 
So graciously called out to him, 

Though crowds pressed at his side. 
He told him from the tree come down, 

Make haste and follow me 
For in thy house I must abide, 

Today thy guest will be. 

Obedient to the Saviour's voice, 

While there so proudly stood, 
Amid the branches of the tree, 

Perhaps intentions good. 
So down the sycamore he came, 

And there received that day 
The Saviour of mankind to all. 

Was passing by that way. 

And then he took him to his home 

A welcome guest to be, 
His faith had saved him then and there 

For climbing up the tree. 
The little things are never passed 

From God's own precious sight. 
And so unto his home he went 

And gave them peace and light. 

But some did murmur when they saw 
That He had gone that way. 

To be the guest of Zacchaeus, 
"A sinner, he," they say. 

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But Christ came not to save the whole, 

The sick ones, was his plea, 
And there He saw the rich man's faith. 

In climbino; up the tree. 

And now that such a chan.ee had come 

So deep within his heart, 
He Willing there his goods to share. 

One half of all his part. 
And if from any one beside. 

Things falsely he did hold, 
He gladly would restore again, 

To them, in all, fourfold. 

We have a lesson here in one, 

Of which we must admire. 
His faith had changed him there so great, 

Had cleansed him, as by fire. 
He saw that God had there a work, 

The same for one and all. 
To help the needy and the poor, 

For Christ is all in all. 

Church Rally. 

Today, a great deal's being said. 

About the churches all. 
There seems to be an awakening 

To hear the Gospel call. 
The plain old gospel, full, and free 

Apostles preached of old, 

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Taught by the Saviour here on earth 
To brino; all within the fold. 

But what about the church today, 

Its branches spreading wide. 
From east to west, from north to south. 

In foreign lands abide, 
A greater work is being done 

Then ever was before. 
And numbers have increased so fast. 

But still it calls for more. 

The people of today have changed. 

In worship very great, 
They seem to see things differently 

From years ago, of late. 
But still their works we cannot tell 

By outward form and dress, 
The one we might judge hardest, 

May have the greatest faith possessed. 

We see the people of today 

Give money very free. 
To beautify the house of God, 

So pleasing for to see. 
But all things soon will perish 

Forever from our sight. 
One soul redeemed in Glory 

Will bring to us more light. 

So let us worship here divine. 
And throng the house of God, 
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The poor, the lame, the halt and blind, 
And say, '' Know ye the Lord?" 

Soon all would know him far and near, 
The Gospel story shine. 

And all would in a mirror see 
The .i^reatest fault is mine. 

Sometimes we blame the shepherd 

Who watches o'er the flock, 
But o:rievous wolves will enter in 

Where the door is left unlocked. 
But when he hears the Master's voice 

He quickl\' will depart, 
No room for sin where Jesus dwells. 

He asketh th\' whole heart. 

If all would try to do their best. 

To help the work alon.ir, 
We would not see our preacher's faults. 

And all the chrir.tians wrono-. 
Perhaps he has a harder task 

Than an\' in his sio:ht, 
With burdens o-reat he studies late, 

His mes5a,Q:e must be rii^ht. 

Then let us not forget His wants. 
And give as God commands. 

Of earthly treasures here below. 
All from his bounteous hands. 

And when we see men work so hard 
As on election morn, 

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To get the people out to church, 
And cast a rose not thorn. 

The Church would rally tYom her sleep 

And spread her banner high. 
The door be open unto all, 

And none would pass her by. 
The elder then could speak with joy 

And cause his face to shine, 
And all the churches would unite 

And worship God divine. 

Sunset. 

I stood on the brink of the river. 

Watching the sun go down, 
Such beautiful light of reflection 

To gaze upon all the world round. 
It seemed that the sky was all Glory, 

I gazed on its beauty so fair, 
The trees on the hills and in valleys 

Seem to echo an evening prayer. 

And there as I stood, it departed 

From my sight, for the day that is passed^ 
The darkness came on and 1 wondered. 

It seemed to be traveling so fast. 
And I, standing there in amazement. 

Till the earth had gone on from its sight, 
And my eyes filled with tears and rejoicing 

At its power and beauty so bright. 

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And there all alone save God's glor}*, 

I longed for the li.2:ht of the day. 
New li«:ht, break in.u' forth from the shadow 

In the east told a new born da\'. 
And life seemed at best only sorrow, 

Compared with the beautiful light 
That shone all aroUnd in full glory, 

An emblem of heaven so bright. 

Old Age. 



Slowly moving onward. 

We see the dove-like form. 
In his hand supported 

By the staff he borne. 
Only a flower laden, 

Soon to bloom anew, 
God's own precious jewel, 

Dear old man are you. 

Slowly moving onward, 

Bowed but step so light, 
Beard of flowing whiskers. 

All so pure and white, 
Eyes that tell the story, 

Friends have passed from view 
Waiting in a better home, 

Dear old man for you. 

Nothing more pathetic 
Than the aged form 

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Of the feeble father, 

For years he has borne. 
Days of weary labor, 

Nights of anxious care. 
Till his form is bowed and trembling. 

Dear old man so fair. 

Now he loves to tell it. 

Children by his. side, 
How his life in boyhood 

Filled his heart with pride. 
Of the things that happened 

When he was a lad, 
But his eyes would fill with tears. 

Dear old man so sad. 

Oft we see him reading 

In the sacred Book, 
Worn and marked at pleasure. 

With an anxious look. 
Print so large and easy, 

Closed with golden clasp. 
Treasured by his loved ones. 

Dear old man at last. 

Wife hss gone for many a day. 
Home left lonely all the way, 

Children taken from his breast, 
Still the old home he loved best. 

How his face will cheer and brighten 
As he tells it with a sigh, 

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Dear old man will meet his loved ones, 
Over yonder b>' and b\ . 

Rest. 

In the darkness of the ni^'hl, 

When the earth is rocked in slumber 
With the thought of peaceful rest, 

After daily toil is over. 
Darkness over all the earth, 

Lay we every burden down, 
At the feet of Jesus rest 

Till the comini^: of the morn. 

Rest for the weary traveler, 

Rest for beat or bird that sinjo;, 
Wondrous sonRS of joy and .2:ladness 

That the li^ht of day will brin.u;. 
Daily toil and time is fleeting, 

One by one we're passing on 
Till our souls are rocked in slumber, 

Wakening in the great Beyond. 



The Unbroken Family Chain. 



Pray tell me what upon earth doth dwell, 
That human heart doth love so well, 

Search the world over far and wide, 
Back to the old home our thoughts still abide. 
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Always a welcome, father is there, 

Mother is watchin.Q; with anxious caie. 
Brother and sister no love can forbare 

With the family chain naught can compare. 
First there is father and mother alone, 

Then come the children that make up the home, 
A little baby with face so bright, 

Treasured more dearly than all in sight, 
Cheeks that are rosy, eyes shine so bright. 

Loving the mother so dearly at sight. 
All of these treasures are at home found. 

Tell me, oh where does such true love abound? 
Still they toil onward day by day, 

Home is so happy that work seems but play. 
Children returning from school in full glee, 

Footsteps so light and mind is so free. 
Each in his place at the table will know. 

From the largest to smallest they make the row. 
And there in abundance the table is spread, 

Prepared by the mother by whom all are fed. 

But now the day past, and the evening has come. 

With our books and our lessons we are bus\' at 
home, 
Perhaps father and mother is helping us there 

Some lesson to learn or some task to share. 
Till our eyes grow weary and we cast it away. 

Waiting till the morn of another day, 
And in God's care our soul to keep. 

We then retire and find sweet sleep. 
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Broken Family Chain. 

IF. 

But hark! In a whisper we hear some one say, 

Can it be the Death An.i>:el is passinjj: this way, 
And there on a pillow with face pale and white, 

We see the cold form of our loved one tonight. 
Our chain it is broken, one link of life past, 

A shadow has come to our dear home at last. 
What ! gone— gone forever away from our sight. 

Our home is so lonely without thee tonight. 

But years passeth by and all is serene, 

The shadow is past and the future unseen. 
The little bark trembles as tossed by the wave, 

The'thought comes before us of death and the 
grave. 
All cords must broken, all chains must give way, 

Our joys turned to weeping, all things must de- 
cay, 
The chain which so perfect each link to behold 

Is broken asunder, as does the pure gold. 

Re-United. 

III. 
What, gone from us now, forexer we sa\', 

Do you remember that Jesus was here one day, 
And traveled this earth, the same as do we, 

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A chain there for all, unbroken forever. 

The love of the Saviour, of which none can sever, 
All links will be mended, all families be there, 

In that beautiful home Christ has gone to prepare. 

We no need of fear that our soul will be lost, 

If we're walking with Jesus, who died on the 
cross; 
He carries the burden of life all the way; 

His spirit will guide us by night and by day. 
An unbroken family in heaven will be, 

A city of refuge for all who will flee. 
And the best part of all will be there to me 

To see Jesus the Saviour, whose death set us free. 

From the Twenty-Third Psalm. 

The Lord is my Shepherd and my guide. 

No want shall I know while he there abide, 
By waters still that peaceful flow, 

Where ere he leads I gladly go. 
He maketh there my rest complete 

In pastures green and fragrance sweet. 
My soul with mercy he restores, 

His name forever will adore. 

In righteous paths. He leadeth me. 
May death's dark shadow peaceful be. 

No evil will my soul forbare, 
Thv rod and staff will comfort there. 



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For Thou art with me, and I hear 
The Shepherd'5 voice I lo\'e so dear, 

He calls His sheep into the fold, 
Not one is left out in the cold. 

A table Thr)u preparest free. 

In the presence of mine enemy. 
Th\' bount\' shall rriy wants supplx', 

My cup shall never runneth dry. 
And goodness all my life shall see, 

And mercy follow after me. 
Oh, let me never from thee se\'er. 

But dwell within Thv house forexer. 



Saved by Grace. 

One by one we're crossing over. 

One by one we're marching on. 
One by one we reach. thejcity 

Of the home, the great Bexond. 
There our tears shall all cease flowing. 

There our trials will be o'er. 
We shall know our dear Redeemer, 

When we reach the other shore. 

Glorious morn when we awaken 
And shall see him face to face, 

All our fears and doubts departed. 
Saved forever by his grace. 

Singing songs of praise and glory 
With the saints we loved so dear, 
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We shall know our dear Redeemer 
And His love will cast out fear. 

Singing with the heavenly angels 

All around our Father's throne. 
Changed from glory to glory, 

We shall know as we are known. 
Glorious morn, when we awaken, 

And shall see him face to face, 
All our fears and doubts departed, 

Saved forever by His grace. 

The Gift of God. 

'Tis plain to see the gift of God 

So manifest in those. 
To see the gentle look of peace 

Which only God bestows. 

He takes away the heart of stone 

And gives a heart of love, 
He makes our face to shine more bright, 

Through His abounding love. 
Oh Saviour, to Thy bleeding side 

We come with hearts set free. 
With songs ot love we praise thy name. 

And hide ourselves in Thee. 
Oh Gentle Jesus, ever Thine, 

We love to sing Thy praise, 
To follow in Thy footsteps. Lord, 

To iov of endless days. 
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And when we near that city fair, 

A house not built with hands, 
We*ll taste and see our Saviour's loxe. 

And join that heavenly band. 
So, Gentle Jesus, .^uide our path. 

And guide our steps ario:ht, 
Until we reach the heavenly home 

That home of pure delii>:ht. 

The Beatitudes in Rhyme. 

Blessed in spirit are the poor, 

They have the promise to see God sure. 
Blessed are the mourners, too. 

For God gives comfort unto you. 
Blessed are the meek who merit, 

Of the earth they shall inherit. 
Blessed are they that hunger still, 

And thirst for Righteousness, shall be filled; 
Blessed are they that merciful be, 

For unto them is mercy free. 
Blessed are the pure in heart — 

Shall see their God, no more to part. 
Blessed are they that for peace doth make— 

A child of God, and no mistake. 
Blessed are they, though persecuted, great; 

Theirs is the Kingdom, for Righteousness' sake. 
Blessed are ye, and reviled thou shalt be 

When they speak of you falsely. 
For the sake of me. 

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Go Work in My Vineyard. 

Go out into my vineyard, 

There's work for thee to do. 
The field is white to harvest, 

The laborers are but few. 

Tve need of many laborers 

To gather to the fold 
The sheep that sin has scattered 

On the mountain, in the cold. 

When thy labors are all o'er, 

And the Master calleth thee. 
And giveth to the last one 

The same as first, you see. 

Although they are heard to murmur. 

They hear the Master say. 
Those came in last will share with those 

That labored all the day. 

His love is like a fountain. 

Ever springing up within, 
To teach us to obey Him, 

And guide our steps from sin. 
So go out in the highway 

And bid them come once more^ 
The poor, the maimed, the halt, the blind,. 

And yet there's room for more. 
The Master takes them in His arms 

To wash their garments white. 
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And gives them robes of righteousness 
Wlio labor on till night. 

And when the eve of life has come, 

Will hear the Master say, 
Thy work is done, thy toil is o'er, 

Thou gladly did'st obe\'. 

The few things thou had'st in care 
Thou did'st not shrink nor tire; 

Thou hear the Master quickly say, 
'Tis enough, come up higher. 

A Risen LorcL 

I'ART 1. 

The blessed Saviour of the world, 

The son of God, rose from the tomb. 
His mission here on earth fulfilled 

As prophesied, by prophets known. 
He bore our sins upon the cross; 

The Scriptures then were all fulfilled, 
He arose a conqueror from the grave; 

He brings salvation, peace, good will. 

For two long nights they watch the grave, 
The sepulchre wherein he lay. 

His enemies, exulted high. 
In their success, no time delay. 

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His friends were there, with hearts so sad. 
And bowed in sorrow, pain and grief. 

When on the third, the morning star 
Was gently rising in the east. 

When all was calm, and all serene. 

The earth did tremble and did shake. 
The power of God was there made known. 

The angels did their silence break; 
His countenance shone, his raiment white, 

He then did roll the stone away— 
The Prince of Peace, the Christian's hope- 

The Lord had risen on that day. 

The morning stars together sang, 

The sons of God together shout; 
For joy and gladness sing his praise. 

New life restored, new life shone out. 
The Father there his work did see 

So perfect in his only son. 
Refreshing showers of grace divine 

Of nineteen hundred years begun. 

His heart is solemn, and so great. 

Soon entered his eternal rest. 
With longing eyes they watch the place. 

But can no longer see his face. 
Two angels then, like men appeared. 

In glorious robes, apparel bright; 
Brought back a message full of love 

To these sad hearts, to show his might. 

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The angel told them, then and there, 

As back to heaven ascended, he 
Would come again to judge the world 

In same like manner they would see, 
So greatl\' comforted were the>', 

His promise is the same today. 
He told them there, to watch and pray. 

For no one knoweth set the day. 

A Risen Lord. 

T'ART II. 
Wby put ortlill loiiioiro.v what we cau do today ? 

Why not wait until to-morrow, 

Something we can leave undone, 
Looking for the coming morrow, 

Which as yet has never come. 
Always one day in the future 

Disappointed great are some, 
Have no promise of the morrow, 

Remember, to-morrow has never come. 

Every day in perfect order, 
Sun will rise and sun will set, 

Ever waiting for to-morrow 
Would not be perfect yet. 

All this time since the beginning- 
Days and hours have passed aw^ay. 

But the thought of life tomorrow 
Is before us just one day. 
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Some dear friend is sick and looking; 

For us anxious all the day, 
But we wait until the morrow 

Then his soul has passed away. 
Did not wait until to-morrow. 

When it comes will be to-day. 
Have no promise of the morrow. 

All things may be passed away. 

Remember now, to-day is passing. 

Soon the evening shades of night 
Spread their wings around in darkness. 

Till we see the morning light. 
Now another day approacheth. 

Just a moment left for some, 
Have no promise of the morrow. 

Remember, to-morrow has never come. 

Who knoweth what to-morrow 

Bringeth forth until we see. 
The coming of the morning light 

Shall be the same to thee. 
As is the day that's passing 

Boast not in any way. 
Sufficient therefore unto it. 

The evil of the day. 

But what about to-morrow. 
Or the things that pass away. 

Our lives are spared by moments 
Living on each day by day. 
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For a little while appeareth. 
Then will xanish faraway, 

And our record will be ended 
In a moment, not a da v. 



The Man — Unseen. 

He walks along close b\' your side, 

In secret form, to be your guide. 
He's traveling with you on your way, 

Perhaps your dearest friend, you say. 
If we could see him by our side, 

Would know the reason, he there abides. 
Sometimes you find him careless been 

About some things for other men. 
Sometimes so gloomy all the day, 

He drives all comfort from home away. 
Sometimes he will forget to do, 

The things would be the best for you. 
At other times he trouble brings. 

Which is the saddest of all things. 
Sometimes he draws the children wrong 

And takes them where they don't belong. 
But still he never comes in sight, 

So strong he governs with his might. 
So many things so hard to bear. 

While he, the tempter, is waiting there. 
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To drive away the good that lies 

So close concealed from human eyes. 
Will follow with you till the last, 

And then he knows all things are past. 
The greatest trouble of to-day, 

To drive the tempter faraway. 
The inner man has come to all, 

Creeps in his little house so small. 
Still in this house he must abide. 

Then choose a friend to be his guide. 
He has no right to govern all, 

Because his strength is yet too small. 
So choose a friend so kind and true. 

The greatest friend of all to you. 
Who gave his life to be your guide. 

Then why not trust him by your side. 
The little house so soon will fall. 

And back to dust will crumble all. 
The spirit which therein doth dwell 

Must trust in God, if all be well. 



A Mother's Love. 

Thou weary, troubled, sorrowing heart 

Cast down by grief and sin. 
That years have crowded on thy path 

Siuce first thou did'st begin. 
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Just stop a moment, tarry there. 

Look back to xears ago, 
You see the form of mother there. 

More dear than all can know. 

The anxious care and earnest look 

So plain upon her brow. 
With wrinkles deep and silvered locks 

Come back in visions now. 
Though years have changed the outward form, 

The heart still loves the same, 
Her prayers, unanswered, what for you? 

Forever- forever still in vain. 

When all thy friends have failed and gone, 

A mother's love has just begun. 
Such weary nights no rest can know, 

While thus her child is wandering so. 
Come back, my loved one, back to cheer 

The dear sad heart from doubt and fear, 
And strive to enter straight the way, 

And life will brighten every day. 

Her love for you so true and faithful hold. 

Until her life's departed and her heart is cold, 
Her tongue a welcome message always tells 

About her own dear child she loves so well. 
Though cheeks have faded, hearts to hearts unite, 

The face of mother always cheers at sight, 
Then don't forget her sorrow^ and her care. 

For always you're remembered in her prayer. 
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You may within, your spirit draw a s\gh 

And say, *'Its no use for me to try, 
My path has been so darkened here by sin, 

But did Christ not say 'strive to enter in'." 
If we no sin had known, why should he have died 

Upon the cross, the Saviour, crucified. 
The darkest shade of sin your life can know. 

Deny your Saviour on this earth below. 



Autumn. 



The days of harvesting have come, 

All nature clothed in golden ray, 
We reach the time in all the year. 

Our minds go back to mortal clay. 
We see the spring in beauty dawn. 

We hear the song of birds rettrning. 
It tells us summer days are near, 

And autumn later on returning. 

The forest in its robe so proud, 

Is faded by the keen frost night. 
The leaves put on a quivering sigh. 

And soon are hidden from our sight. 
The old tall oak sends acorns down. 

And nature rocks all back to earth. 
There sleepeth till the warmth of sun. 

Shall rise again with a new birth. 



I'.WolilTK l'(>l'.\l>. 

We see in nature noble works, 

All thin.i):s created perfect are, 
'Tis iruided by the hand of God, 

Which is the bright and mornin.i»: Star. 
The little fern so perfect <;rew. 

Will rise above the rock to see. 
A new created life has .trained, 

But only short its days will be. 

Our barns and cellars, i>:reat or small. 

Are filled with bounties from his store. 
And waters flowin,^ clear and pure. 

Provides for all our wants and more. 
But let us not be thus content, 

Such things as those are only lent 
From God's own store-house unto thee, 

The gift of God is always free. 

Some poor old man across the wax- 
Has had misfortune in his day, 

May need a little help from you, 
Whose bounties number not a few. 

No interest God will ask of you, 
Only to give this one a few 

Of all thy goods which thou possess, 
To help the needy in distress. 

And then your mind will be content 
You shared the goods which God has lent, 

And he will always more supply, 
And your cup never runneth dry, 

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Because you save what God has given. 

As does the little bee that has striven 
From early morn till close of day, 

To gather food from flowers gay. 

And when the winter days have come. 

You always find them in their home, 
There to remain until they feel 

The warmth of sun new life reveal. 
But many of their numbers gone, 

Yet some are left to travel on. 
And soon we see their legs of gold 

All harvested in honey molds. 

The trees in autumn days will crowd 

With fruit till all the limbs are bowed. 
The pumpkin vine so great and tall 

Is climbing up the garden wall. 
And there with golden fruit, so great, 

On its small vine will hang so late. 
And then we hear the children cry, 

**Jack o' lantern first, then pumpkin pie.*' 

But as the closing days draw near, 

We hear the glad Thanksgiving cheer. 
Our pilgrim fathers founded there, 

With none but God their grief to share. 
Now where the peaceful Plymouth lies. 

Upon the sight we close our eyes. 
And as one thought return that way. 

Find peaceful rest, Thanksgiving day. 

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The landin.^' of the pil«:nms free. 

Across the dark and rolling >ea, 
With none to welcome, none to bless 

They landed in the wilderness. 
And there they built their cabin home 

Of lo.^s so rou.2:h, and of the stone. 
Their temple was the open air— 

But God the same is ever\ where. 

And as our lives are spent each da\' 

We leave our footprints in the sand. 
Each day a daily record kept 

By God's omnipotent hand. 
And as the autumn does appear, 

And we, 2is all things, fade from sight, 
We'll rise again, as doth the flower. 

And Bethlehem star, will shine so bright. 

But autumn has it's days of cheer. 

As does the rest of all the year. 
After the harvesting all is done 

A few day's rest will follow on. 
To clear our minds of anxious thought, 

The hustling that the year has brought. 
And then we think how sweet will be 

To rest in Heaven, forever free. 



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A Brave Hero. 

A hero brave did courage show 

In happy days of long ago. 

When at the school house on the hill, 

And dashing waters from the mill, 

Two young hearts, full of joy and pride. 

Were roaming there, when at their side 

Sang out.in voices, clear and. gay. 

An echo from the fields away — 

And only love and memory dear 

Will tell the tale in after year. 

A brave youth marching on, through life. 

To gain her love, to share his life. 

When from his country came the news 

To join the noble Boys in Blue. 

So, marching off, with heart so light, 

He joined his comrades on that night. 

Her heart was. full of love and pain- 

Her earnest prayer to meet again. 

A year had past, and memories dear — 

Will he return ? Ah! yes, I hear 

That noble voice once more reply 

The years are passing swiftly by. 

Will he return tonight to me ? 

The years have passed, that number three. 

And love that claimed those two young hearts 

Did meet again, no more to part. 

And echo sang, in voices clear. 

And told the tale in after year. 

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The Merchant and the Drummer. 

"Good mornin.u: to you, Mr. Smith, 

And how are you to-day? 
The weather's very fine, my friend, 

And every thin^ is ^ay. 
I have some goods I wish to show, 

And bargains very rare, 
Thex'resure to soon advance in price. 

But you must have your share." 

'indeed your goods are very fine, 

And prices are the same. 
You bought the goods when they were low 

Upon the same old game. 
You practised it for many a day, 

With wonderful success. 
But now I think we'll change the game 

And let the bargains rest." 

"But, my kind friend you're sure to lose, 

The morning papers say 
That goods are all advancing fast. 

There's danger in delay. 
Just let me send you up a bill 

Of goods you mostly lack. 
If they're not just the finest sort. 

We will surely take them back." 

The merchant paused and gently said, 
"Kind sir, I'll wait awhile, 
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You're only one of the business men 
That wear the business smile. 

And since Tve learned the game so well, 
I've always found it best 

To buy the goods at market price, 
And let the bargains rest/* 

''But, Mr. Smith, you surely see. 

No store is quite complete 
Unless you have our goods on hand. 

They're always a great treat. 
For surely every merchant now 

Has proved it to be true, 
That all our goods are No. One, 

Now why not sell to you?" 

*'Ahem, Ahem," says Mr. Smith, 

*'You might send up a few," 
And as he pulled his glasses down 

To see what he might do. 
Then with a little pocket pen 

He took the numbers down, 
*'You kindly send me those," he said. 

While you are here in town. 

The drummer smiled and gentl> said, 

*'Our goods none can excell, 
We bought them at a special price 

And they are selling well. 
We always find in every store 

Some goods are running short." 
And Mr. Drummer made his safes 

Of goods, the finest sort. 

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Down on the Farm. 



The su^ar camp, the first in sprin^>:. 

When the busy seasons there begin, 
The boys off to the camp will go 

To tap the trees for sap to flow. 
Such hustling round to get things right. 

The buckets, sap pans, scoured so bright. 
And next the big logs send out heat 

To boil the sap that smells so sweet. 

The boys will take their turn to go 

To gather sap or ice and snow. 
Sometimes a robin in a tree 

Is looking down the work to see. 
The boys will gather round at night, 

Close to the fire which burns so bright 
And watch it boil, till very low, 

Then into syrup it will go. 

YouMl see Sir Lightfoot in the trees, 

So cool, refreshing is the breeze, 
A home he built in some lone spot, 

And there his friends have not forgot. 
He has a good supply of food 

On which they some times do intrude, 
Like people, some are left behind. 

No food supply of any kind. 

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At last to finish up the day 

They start for home and all feel gay. 
The old farm horse tied to a tree 

Is always glad when he is free. 
He does his best the work to share, 

And not a murmur from, while there. 
So when your lunch you do prepare. 

Just bring along for him his share. 



Deacon Long's Courtship. 



As Deacon Long was passing b>', 

One day to go to town, 
A riding in his saddle new. 

He espied Miss Nancy Brown. 
He raised his hat and passing by, 

A thought came to his mind, 
He had lived alone for many a day 

For help was hard to find. 

He ne'er believed in childish ways 

Or in romantic life, 
He's one of those sort of fellows, 

That leads a quiet life. 
But something very strange appeared. 

As he passed Miss Nancy Brown, 
A riding on his pony's back 

As he marched into town. 

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He thought to take another route, 

On his returning back, 
A little longer road, thought he, 

Upon this pony's back. 
To carry home his purchases, 

Such sort of life, thought he, 
I'll chance it back the same old route, 

'Twill soon be time for tea. 

He mounted on his pony's back 

And rode it at full speed, 
But Nancy pulled the curtain back, 

As the Deacon did proceed. 
She raised her glasses from her eyes, 

As had her custom been. 
She, too, had lived a quiet life, 

Afar from friend and kin. 

Quite iate was he to reach his house, 

First caring for his beast, 
Then entered in his home again, 

There to prepare his feast. 
But everything seemed out of sorts 

Since he came home from town. 
Things were so different since he saw 

The face of Nancy Brown. 

As weeks passed by, no more he saw 

Of Nancy, till one day 
A meeting at the church was held 

Not far across the wa\ . 

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A little stranger in the pew, ^ - 

Just lately come to town. 
And Deacon Long again espied 

The form of Nancy Brown. 

With greater fear he then drew near. 

And in a gentle tone 
He kindly said, ^*Are you the maid 

That's living all alone?'' 
She said, '*0h yes, 'tis you I guess. 

Goes riding off to town. 
That saw me through the window peep. 

My name is Nancy Browh;" 

'*And mine is Deacon Long," he smiled^ 

**I live across the way. 
Aside— apart f roin any one. 

To cheer my life today. 
But all of late things seem so changed 

Since driving off to tbwn, 
1 saw the face of one so fair, 

They call her Nancy Brown. "^ 

So time passed on until one day,, 

His courage it seemed great. 
He thought to try some other way,. 

For fear it might be too late. 
So dressing in his best attire 

He started off toward town. 
But did not reach his journey'^s end^ 

He stopped with Nancy Brown. 
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The evening passed away so soon. 

The rooms were \'ery plain, 
And as the Deacon started home, 

She bade him come a.iJ:ain. 
Said he, '*My home is very nice, 

Things look to me quite \vron<^, 
I think 'tis time you chaniace your name 

And call it Mrs. Long." 

But Nancy blushed and with a smile, 

She quickly did agree 
To take the name of Mrs. Long, 

Forevermore to be"; ■ 
And every time the Deacon, 

As he rides away to town. 
Remembers the first day he saw 

The face of Nancv Brown. 



Spring Time. 



All nature's in beauty, 

The earth seems awake, 
Through joy and through sorrow 

Let us glady partake. 
No need of our fretting, 

Drive sorrow away. 
Just look at the bright side 

Of nature today. 

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Beautiful, Beautiful Spring, 

Full of its joys and its cares. 
Full of its sunshine and grladness. 

Full of its treasures we share. 
Beautiful, Beautiful Spring, 

Gladly the echo shall ring. 
Showers are returning, winter is past. 

Beautiful, Beautiful Spring at last. 

'Tis only to those whom 

Its beauty can see, 
That all things in nature 

Are most beautiful. 
We look at the dewdrops 

That sparkle so bright. 
We look at the beautiful 

Stars shine by night. 

Beautiful, Beautiful Spring. 

Let all the world gladly sing; 
Nature is clothed in its robes so bright; 

Swallows returning from their flight- 
Beautiful. Beautiful Spring, 

Pure as the air it will bring. 
Pure as the fragrance flowers have cast. 

Beautiful, Beautiful Spring at last. 

When Spring time awakens 

And birds sing with glee. 
When all of the forest 

In beauty we see. 

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Our lives are made brio:hter. 
Our courage is brave. 

The Lord o:ives us victory 
O'er Death and the grave. 



The Wise Man. 

Who knoweth the worth of the wise man ? 

His worth is a fortune untold, 
His knowledge will burn like a fire 

Just kindled and smothered to hold, 
But sooner or later will spring forth, 

In flames that will spread far and wide. 
He lifteth the burden of sorrow 

For thousands that wait at his side. 

Who knoweth the worth of the wise man, 

The story has never been told. 
He heapeth up treasures of gladness, 

Kind words are more precious than gold. 
He helpeth the poor and the needy, 

He feedeth the strangers that call. 
In his words is a message of wisdom, 

A wonderful message to all. 

He keepeth his mouth with a bridle. 

His mind is free from sin, 
He singeth from morn until evening, 

And watches the changes which bring 

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Such freedom from sin and sorrow, 
Such hatred of envy and strife. 

He heapeth up treasures of gladness, 
He lifteth the burden of life. 

His wisdom excells all of fashion, 

His wisdom excells all of fame, 
He heapeth up treasures like mountains, 

And always his life is the same. 
He searcheth and prayeth for knowledge, 

The Bible is always his guide, 
The Lord giveth knowledge and wisdom 

To all who still wait at his side. 

Who knoweth the worth of the wise man, 

That standeth alone and content, 
'Midst all the dark clouds and the trials. 

Sometimes for our good they are sent. 
He always finds rest and protection. 

In darkness as well as daylight. 
He closeth his eyelids in slumber, 

He feareth no evil at night. 
Then why not be wise and remember 

*Tis only to those who will see, 
The pleasure in living for others, 

Brings joy and contentment to thee. 
Remember, a cup of cold water 

In the name of the Master, so free. 
Thou gavest it unto another, 

As much as thou did'st unto me. 



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True Happiness. 



We all want to be happ\\ 

And how can it be? 
'Tis a hard question to solve 

And a o:reat ni\'ster>'. 

But our Lord taui^ht us here, 
That if he went awa\\ - 

He would send the Comforter, 
With us to stay. 

Then why not accept Him, 
For you it was giv^en. 

And make your life pleasant, 
Your reward is in heaven. 

Just cai6t all the |»:kx)m 
Far away from your mind. 

And think of the loveliest 
Thin.srs you can find. 

Carry the sunshine 

Where ever you go. 
Your cup of joy 

VV^ill soon over flow. 

Always remember 

The bright side to show, 
All the dark things 

To be hidden below. 
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Throw off the burden, 
And cares of your life, 

And scatter out sunshine. 
Avoiding all strife. 

Always be cheerful, 

Give as received. 
And the world will be better 

Because you have lived. 

Fill up your mind 

With a smile and a song. 
Work will go easy 

All the day long. 

Choose for your thoughts 
As you would a good book^ 

Something you love 
Upon which for to look. 

Have a kind word 

For each one that you meet. 
Show that your life 

Is in Christ hid complete. 

Always be careful 

Never offend 
One of God's little ones. 

Love to the end. 



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The Drunkard's Home. 



She sat all alone in a humble cot, 
Weary from toil the day had brought, 

Thinking of days long since gone by, 
When life its pleasure did cheer the eye, 

Of husband now fallen from fame, 
Down to the depths of sin and shame. 

The kettle was musing on the hearth, 
Its lonely song was far from mirth.- 

From maiden fair to years of strife. 
Each year had brought sorrow and saddened 

But listen, I fancy I hear the sound [life. 

Of footsteps re-echo o'er frozen ground. 

But alas, again, 'tis only a dream. 
From anxious hours, how long they seem. 

How changed is life since first we wed, 
And what has broug'ht it? thousands have said. 

Love has grown cold and home has no cheer. 
Friends are forgotten, all that was dear. 

Two little children have passed away. 

Dearer to mother day by day, 
Oh, how her heart is sad and aching 

As she hears the sound of music awakening, 
Bearing her darlings away from breat. 

Home with the angels, forever blest. 

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Oh, gentle mother and maiden so fair, 
Teach the young men of this evil beware. 

Thousands of homes have been ruined and sad. 
Lives have been weary which might have been 

But for this evil, this monster, this drink, [glad, 
Down to woe and dispair they sink. 

Only one glass, your friend will say, 

Just one drink with me today. 
They take a drink and one goes home, 

The other man is left alone, 
ril take another, said he, 

And still another, till you see. 

Forgets his home, his loved ones dear. 
Wandering about he knows no fear, , 

Lost from all pleasure, manhood and pride, 
Drawing the youth along by his side. 

What of his life, and what of his death. 
Eternal punishment, the Scripture saieth. 

But remember my friend, there is still hope for 
thee, 

God*s arm is not shortened and mercy is free, 
It was only for sinners that Christ came to die, 

Then why not apply to the fountain so nigh. 
He is able to lift you though temptation be great. 

And save you from death in this terrible state. 



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Farewell to the Year That Is Past. 



What, farewell, to the year thai is past. 

Farewell, farewell, forever ! 

And what memories are most dear? 

Ah, me think I hear some one say, rest, rest, 

All thy toils are o'er, and thou hast gone 

The way of all the earth. Ah, mortal man. 

What hast thou done to brighten the life of thy 

brother? 
Again we hear the sound. Awake, Awake, put 
On thy strength. The sun breaks forth. God's 
Wond'rous work revealed. The light is break- 
ing in the east. 
The lark sings out to greet it; 
Again we hear the echo ring — 
Awake — Awake—put on thy robe! 
The year is past, and all serene, 
The sun of righteousness shall arise 
With healing in his wings. But Hark! Again, 
'Tis the voice of them that slept. Shall mortal man 
Live again? Shall God reclaim His own? 
Again we hear the answer come, 'Tis not all 
Of life to live, nor all of death to die. 
Man's spirit rests, and the world moves on 
Till the end of time. 



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The Rain Storm. 



Oh the rain! the beautiful rain! 

How thankful we are it has come again. 

Everything washed, and all things bright, 

Since the rain so refreshing that came last night. 

Some might say, a dreary day — 

Much more dreary had it stayed away. 

Now the grass looks fresh and bright 
Since the rain that came last night. 
How the little grain of wheat 
Springeth up — the rain to meet. 
What of earth, and how could we live. 
If God forgot the rain to give? 

Thank Him, then, for all of His care- 
Rain or sunshine, cloudy or fair. 
All of these changes are in their place 
Since the day or creation for the human race. 
Let us not, then, complain of the weather, 
But let us be thankful for all things together. 

What a warm day the farmer will say. 
Hope it won't rain till 1 get in my hay. 
But what of your hay, one might say to me. 
If it had not rained, where would it be? 
God makes the weather, never complain. 
But always be thankful for the rain. 

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After the shower is past and .2:one, 

And the sun shines bri.i^ht on the horizon; 

Shining so brio:ht that the rainbow fair 

Brings back our thoughts to God's constant care, 

That with the rain no more flood we shall know 

To destroy the world, as long ago. 

So let us enjoy a rainy day — 

Let every heart praise God and be gay. 

Let every beast from labor rest — 

The poor and the lame— let none be left. 

The birds of the forest find shelter by night, 

in the evergreen tree they are hid from sight. 

Then let us build, as did Noah of old, 
A ship that will stand the rain and the cold, 
Tossed by the waters so fierce and deep, 
Through storm and through danger they there 

did sleep, 
Many long days and no land could they see; 
Then the dove brought a leaf of the olive tree. 

Soon the waters did abide. 

And the Lord was their constant guide. 

Now they are safe within the fold, 

God had protected them from the cold, 

Those who obey him shall surely find rest 

Out on the terrible sea of distress. 

When the children of Israel were out of bread, 
Manna rained down upon which they were fed. 

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When the disciples were out and the wind did 

sweep, 
The ship was tossed and the n- aster did sleep, 
And they called aloud in tones that were thrill. 
And he bade the tempest, Peace, be still. 

So returning back to the rainy day, 
Remember God's mercy all the way, 
No difference what your creed may be. 
Remember, my friend, Christ Jied lor thee. 
And always remember in sunshine or rain 
You have a work for the Master if Heaven you 
gain. 



Winter Cheer, 



Hurrah! for winter wind doth blow I 
With the north wind comes the snow. 
Whirling through the air so bleak, . 
From the earth up to the peak. 
Leaving there its pillow white. 
On the chimney top last night. 

Hurrah I for winter ice and snow! 
Covering up the earth below. 
How the little grass blades wait, 
Hidden under snow so great, 
Till the sun doth shine so bright. 
Brings them back to see the light. 



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Hurrah! for winter with its frost! 
Not a bit of time is lost; 
Slei.y:h bells rlni^in^;, to and fro. 
Horses prancin.t>; as they go. 
All to make the winter bright, 
Since the snow that came last night. 

Hurrah! for winter snow so light! 
Nothing ever known so white! 
Birds find shelter in its fold, 
From the storm and from the cold. 
Hiding there for fear the\' know. 
Sly Bold Reynard watch them so. 

Hurrah! for winter, frost and snow! 
Off to school the youth will go. 
Oh, such fun to ride down hill- 
Rosy cheeks and voice so thrill. 
Eyes that sparkle, face so bright — 
Packing snow bells, round and tight. 

Hurrah! for winter! Hunters go 
On the ice and through the snow. 
Hearts so light and life so free. 
Thinking where the deer might be, 
Hidden in the forest great, 

Since the snow that came so late. 

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Hurrah! for winter days we see! 
Men as busy as can be, 
Gathering in the harvest white, 
Of the ice so clear and bright, 

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For the summer heat and rain^ 
Call for ice for thirst and pain. 

H u rra h J ior w\ nter one and a 1 1 1 
Watch its changes g:reat and smal'U 
When the icicle so tall, 
Hangring from the eaves do fal), 
Later» Spring will bring the rain. 
Dear Old Winter come again. 

Hurrah r for winter with its cheer! 
Last and first month of the year^ 
All the other seasons come» 
Following after, one by one. 
Can we not a lesson see 
From, so great a mystery ? 



Childhood Days. 



One spot more dear than all on earth. 
The thought of childhood, from our birth; 
The old log house^ so neat and smalU 
Gave always room for one and all. 

And grandpa^ in his merry gke» 
Would laugh and joke with me^ you see. 
And grandma, with her spinning v^ heeU 
Would always make a fellow feel 

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Like laug:hini^, when we saw the way 
She spun, and carded wool all day; 
And then she wove it into cloth, 
Before the winter and the frost. 

For just as sure as winter came, 
'Twas sure to play the same old o:ame. 
And then Jack Frost would come out white 
Upon the logs, so clean and bright. 

Your appetite was always great — 
To dinner we were never late. 
For grandma cooked the chicken best; 
They would so easily digest. 

Of doctors we scarce ever heard. 
'Twas then plain catnip tea and herb; 
You bet your life was full of glee; 
No anxious thoughts, for how could we 

Gain some great name, like noted men — 
Such things were never thought of then. 
The game was plenty in those days. 
Our old dog Sport he always gave 

A loud alarm at night you see. 
And grandpa, with his rifle, he 
Would pound the bullets down and down. 
And put the pill into the crown, 

And, paddle off the old canoe 

To where the deer was not a few — 

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Came down to drink of waters free, 
And grandpa shot them there you see. 

Sometimes a cooning we would go. 
The coons were very thick, you know; 
And old dog Sport the coons could see, . 
And sometimes drive them up a tree. 

And grandpa, he would alwa> s smile. 
And say, my boy, we will wait a while. 
I say, oh, no, I'll climb the tree, 
And shake them out for you, you see. 

And grandpa, with his rifle, he 
Would always stand and ready be, 
But old dog Sport was very bright. 
And first to see the coons at night. 

Sometimes we built a fire and stay 
To watch the coons, till break of day. 
And then the tree would surely fall, 
And watch for coons, old Sport and all. 

And then, for nothing we would lack. 
We take our game upon our back, 
And home we go, and grandma she. 
Such breakfast you did never see, 

Of venison steak and pumpkin pie. 
And sausage hanging up to dry. 
Sometimes our coffee then would be 
Made from a crust, burnt brown, you see. 

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When breakfast hour had passed away. 
And all things ready for the day, " 
Again into the woods we roam — 
'Twas hard to beat— the Old Log Home. 



The Bird's Nest 



A little girl came 

To her mother one day; 
She had some trouble 

With Johnny at play. 

But Johnny was standing 
With his hand o'er his eye, 

To hide away mischief 
That therein did lie. 

He had taken the birdies 
From out of their nest, 

And the bird it was flying 
Back and forth with unrest. 

And the little girl there 
In her trouble, did see 

The nest, broken down. 
From the branch of the tree. 

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And then to her mother 

She quickly did say, 
That Johnny had driven 

The birdies away. 

But God, looking down 

On the pitiful sig-ht, 
And sees the poor birdies 

in their terrible fright. 

God made all the birdies 

To live and to sing; 
No orchestra known 

Such sweet music could bring 

Of notes, swell so clear, 
And of warbling song; 

From sunrise till evening 
Their notes they prolong. 

So now, little boy. 

When this lesson you see. 
Remember, 'twas Johnny 

That climbed up the tree. 

And there robbed the birdies. 

So selfish was he. 
Of their own little loved ones. 

They hid in the tree, 



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The Beauty of Silence. 



Silently, as the morning- 
Breaks forth when night is o'er; 

Silently, as the spring time 
Comes back to earth once more; 

Silently, as the trees 
Put forth their thousand leaves; 

Silently, as the grain comes forth 
Upon its golden sheaves. 

Silently, the violet 

Springs forth, when winter past; 
Silently, as the earth 

Is traveling on so fast; 
Silently, as our thoughts, 

For those so far away. 
Send a message quicker 

Than pen can write today. 

Silently, in the evening. 

Each little star appear; 
Silently, we behold them, 

And not a sound we hear; 
Silently, the sun 

Sends forth its heat and light, 
Shining brighter and brighter 

Than all the stars at night. 

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Silently, we see the rose 

Sprincj; up and bud anew; 
Silently, we see its flowers, 

Which number not a few; 
Silently, it renders forth 

Its fra)?rance, pure and sweet; 
Fairest of all flowers. 

The rose is most complete. 

Silently, we are watching 

For the coming of the morn; 
Silently the angel hovers 

O'er our path with secret form; 
Silently, they bear our loved ones. 

On their snowy wings so white; 
Silently, we meet our Saviour, 

And our faith is changed to sight. 

Silently, God's spirit 

Comes into the hearts of men; 
Silently, our lives are changed, 

But we cannot tell how it has been; 
Silently; as the darkness 

Rocks the earth in slumber; 
Wonderful works oi God, 

So great that none can number. 



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The Lad's Surprise. 



A little boy from the city came 

Out into the country, his health to regain. 

He had lived in the city all his life, 

And knew nothing of the world, 

Or its pleasure of life. 

He had never yet saw the sun rise or set; 

His life was of such, 

We shall never forget. 

And there, in the homes 

Of the poor, one will see 

A pitiful sight, to those who are free. 

And there, from the scene, 

Came the boy one day. 

All things seemed so strange. 

And the world looked gay. 

And looking around, in his loud career, 

Says, You have an old, whoppen sky, up here! 

The poor in the city have not the chance, 

As do in the country for to advance. 

So many are found that it's no sight to see. 

The poor little beggar 

In a dark home is he. 

None knoweth their sorrow. 

None knoweth their pain. 

In the place they call home they still remain. 



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The Thief, 



A cat went on search 

Of a mouse one day^ 
Across the field 

To the new mown hay. 
And there he was watchinj^: 

So close to the home. 
Waiting for old mouse 

To return from her roam. 

The mouse went away, 

As had done before. 
To inspect the grain 

Again — o^er and o^er; 
And on it's returning^ 

Old pussy lay tight 
To the ground with eyes watching 

To bounce^ at full flight. 

The first work of destruction 

At home did begin. 
He ate up her family 

Of five with one grin. 
Not satisfied yet 

With his plunder and rob. 
He still lay there watching 

To finish his job. 



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He saw the ^rass mowing 

And heard the faint sound — 
He was ready for action, 

So spry did he bound. 
And in his sharp claws 

He squeezed her so ti^ht, 
But life still remained, 

To be tortured at sij2:ht. 

Sometimes he would loose her, 

in his careless career. 
He would toss her about 

Not knowing her fear, 
But when he did tire 

Of playing that way, 
He finished his job, 

The whole family that day. 

And there as he stood. 

With his big brown eyes, 
You could see in a moment. 

The mischief there lies. 
And I said to him, 'There! 

You're a thief at the best. 
You finished the job. 

You can lie down and rest/' 

Beware of the tempter. 

That's lurking about, 
And setting a trap 

In your pathway while out. 

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He will grasp you as tight 
•As the cat did the mouse^ 

And ruin your family, 
And break up your house. 



The Model Picture, 



( can show you a picture 

More perfect at sight, 
Than ever yet artist can paint. 

1 can show you a picture 
Far above any known, 

A picture without one complaint, 

1 can show you a picture 

Which nature has drawn, 
Set in a frame so perfect and grand. 

I can show you a picture 
So easily framed, 

'Tis done by the work of tlie hand, 

I can show you a picture 

You all love to see. 
Your friends and all others will say^ 

The picture, so perfect, 
The frame work, so dear, 

No money could buy it today. 

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Now you ask me, my friend. 

What this picture can be, 
So far above any yet known. 

You have seen it yourself, 
For many a time, 

In innocent hands that are thrown. 

And there, as it sleepeth. 

Its picture so fair. 
More treasured than any can tell. 

Its hands o' er its head, 
Makes the framework complete, 

A picture of baby we all love so well. 



The Young Lawyer, 



A young lawyer sat in his office one day. 
And his thoughts were wandering far away. 

He was thinking some way his suit to gain, 
But he wanted his soul free from every stain, 

When a sound broke the silence— he heard the 

ring [bring. 

Of the telephone— wonders what now it may 

He quickly arose to answer the call, 

'*The same old story", said he, ''after all, 

Some never think that a lawyer's brain 
Never tires of hearing the same thing again. 
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But I must proceed and work out my plan, 
This Lawyer's profession is hard on a man.'* 

Again, he returns to his study, to find 
Some thought that would satisfy his mind. 

He leaves his book over and over again, 
Till at last undecided and weary of brain, 

He looks away in the distance to see, 
So many are traveling they seem so free. 

He scarcely thought when admitted to the bar. 
That on him it would be such a jar. 

'*But I must press onward and make my life bright 
For the darkest hour comes just before daylight. 

I will try my best to work out my plan. 
And that is all they can ask of a man/' 

Six days he had toiled without rest or from care, , 

On the seventh brought a change, from labor 

forbear. 

His life seemed to brighten as he there saw the few 

That were going to church — I must be in my pew. 

For he had been taught it, from childhood and 

youth. 
To never forsake it— the Gospel, the Truth. 

He loved to hear the sermon, and was always in 
his pew, 
To help to carry on the work, of those the faith- 
ful few. 
And there he heard the preacher say. Hard work 
for me to preach today. ^ 

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So very few were out to church, but we must 
work and never shirk. 
Each drop of rain sent down to earth, 

Help provide the stream to quen:h our thirst. 

The morning came again and things looked bright 
and gay, 
The darkest hour and shadow had gently pass- 
ed away, 
He thought of the case of the Master to all, 

To send down the raindrops so gentle, so small. 
When all flow together providing the stream. 
Flows into the ocean and no more is seen. 

1 will take up my book and no more will complain 
Of my toil or profession, though it all be in vain. 

Only one moment at a time we can see, 
Let it be cheerful and happy, thought he. 

From this day onward I will try to do my best. 
To work at my profession and let God do the 
rest. 



George and the Cherry Tree. 



So much has been said 

About little George and the tree. 
Not much room is left 

For a message from me. 

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But always seemed plain, 

'Twas his own favorite tree, 
And the work of the hatchet 
He so anxious to see. 

For boys will be boys, 
And whatever they see, 

Go running and whistling. 
As did George to the tree. 

No doubt on that tree, 
He had seen cherries grow. 

For a boy is a boy. 
From his head to his toe. 

But whether or not, 

'Twas his own favorite tree, 
A lesson for each 

Little boy here should be. 

To always remember 

The truth for to tell. 
As did little George 

When the cherry tree fell. 



Jack Frost, 



Who is it comes to bite your nose. 
And steal around arid sting your toes, 
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He watches close your ears, so shy, 
Sometimes he makes the children cry, 

To rub them briskly, was the way 
Our mothers done in olden days. 

He creeps in every place at ni.^ht, 
And fiercer hunts till broad daylight. 

Jack Frost, a clever artist he, 
To make the rough things beautifully, 

The first of all his work will be. 
To change the leaves upon the tree. 

To colors yellow, red and brown. 
You know, he's on his way to town, 

He will steal around and find his way, 
To help himself, it seems but play. 

The fern upon the window pane, 
We often wish to see remain. 

And when the boys for chestnuts go, 
The frost will bring them down so low, 

The nut therein concealed so sweet, 
He's close behind you, on your path. 

Your footsteps echo sounds so fast. 

Somet mes you find a name wrote there, 
Upon the window pane with care. 

But early in the morn must rise, 
For on its work you can't rely. 

For when the sun's most powerful heat 
Will vanish from your sight complete, 

Such lovely pictures on the pane, 
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But only short do they remain. 

But still he does not seem to care 
For anything but freezing air. 

He has the earth within his grasp, 
Me will change all nature's beauty fast, 

Send things all back unto the earth 
To rise again with a new birth, 

Close hidden now from out our sight. 
Until return the wintry night. 



A Little Maiden's Sorrow. 



As I was walking down the street 

Upon a Sabbath morning, 
1 chanced to meet a little maid. 

Her face looked sad with mourning, 
1 said, *'my little maiden, 

O, tell me this, I pray, 
What meanest this thy sorrow, 

Upon this Sabbath day?" 

She paused a moment gently, 

And then she softly said, 
* 'Kind sir, you heard the music J 

In the little church ahead. 
Its songs are notes of sorrow. 

To me upon this day, 

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They took my little brother 
And laid him there away." 

I said, '*my little maiden, 

Your brother gone away. 
And left you here so lonely, 

No more with him can play, 
Has gone to be an angel, 

Where all good children are. 
They hear much sweeter music, 

Than this we hear, by far." 

Her little face did brighten. 

But her eyes were filled with tears. 
She said, **my mama went away. 

And 1 know the angel hears, 
For mama told me I would come 

Some day and with her be. 
Do you think there's any room up there 

For a little girl like me?" 

^There's room in heaven for you, my child, 

And Jesus loves you so. 
He will take you in His arms of love, 

Some day with Him will go. 
And there youMl meet yuor mother. 

And little brother, too, 
Who's gone to be an angel 

And waiting there for you." 

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Until he, too, can go, 
I know he could not spare me. 

Because he loves me so. 
My mama has my brother, 

She loved him so, you know, 
And 1 will stay with papa 

Uutil he, too, can go/' 



The Great Rebellion. 



In eighteen hundred and sixty-one 

We heard the cry oi war begun. 
One million men were called to go 

Upon the battlefield of woe. 
The stars and stripes 

Wave far and wide, 
*Twas there, their love, their joy, and pride, 

A cry for freedom in the land, 
So gallantly marching hand in hand. 

A happier land was never known. 
On which the sun, has ever shone. 

With lamentation, sighs and grief. 
Was drenched in blood, without relief. 

Churches divided, families too. 
Were torn asunder, sights to view 

Where once in prayer, and love, they knelt, 

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Had changed to sorrow, envy felt. 

This glorious land of Liberty, 

May all, for equal rights agree, 
And all, on independence day. 

The stars, and stripes, with love display. 
May cruel wars, no more be known, 

But peace and unity be shown, 
May hearts, to hearts, united be 

And praise the land of Liberty. 

The drummer boy, in youthful pride 

Saw there his comrades by his side, 
As heros brave they there did fall, 

Midst showers of bullets and bugle call. 
With none to comfort, none to cheer, 

From friends apart, they love so dear. 
The stars and stripes, still o'er their grave, 

In memory dear, Long may she wave. 



Behind the Cloud the Sun is Shining, 



The day is dark and dreary, 
The storm and clouds arise, 

The sun is over shadowed, 
As a mist before our eyes. 

And life is heavy, 
And our hearts, repining, 

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But just behind the darkest cloud, 
The sun is always shining. 

Today our life is shadowed, 

By some cloud, so hard to bear. 
Tomorrow it has passed away, 

The sun shines bright and fair. 
'Tis travel on, from day to day, 

Sometimes hid from our sight, 
But just behind, the darkest cloud. 

The sun is shining bright. 

The darkest shadow of our lives. 

To each and every one 
Goes traveling on from day to day 

And never passes none 
If all were joy, we knew no pain. 

No toil, no crown, for heaven to gain, 
All hope would vanish, naught reminding. 

Behind the cloud the sun is shining. 

Oh lovely rays of sunshine 

Brings back to life anew. 
Then raise the curtain gently. 

And let its works pursue 
Each nook and every corner 

Still in your thoughts reclining 
For just behind the darkest cloud 

The sun is always shining. 

If earthly hope alone we see, 
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Our lives unhappy, here would be, 
There is a hope, that will not fail 

Beyond this life, safe in the vale. 
A hope that always satisfies 

And drives the dark cloud from our eyes 
And leaves your soul, no more repinini^, 

Behind the cloud the sun is shining. 



Washington 



The name of Washington, 

First President known. 

The pride of the Union 

We call our home. 

America so proud to day 

Of noble heroes passed away, 

Long may his memory so dear 

Be honored and renewed each year. 

Unanimously elected was he. 
The only one, and first to be. 
Likewise his second term did serve 
With no opposition, none did oppose 
With courage and devotion true. 
Grave problems then were not a few, 
A more and perfect Union then 
Were strongly in the minds of men. 



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Just Across the Riven 



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Mrs. Sylvia Chase Teeple. 




1. In that Ho - ly Cit - y, Wliere there is no night, 

2. Gen - tie hands of kind-ness Phiced up - on our brow, 

3. An - gels told the sto - ry Of the Saviour's birth, 

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Just a- cross the riv - er, Je - sus is the light; 

Lov - ing words so ten - der, Dear to mem-'ry now; 

Peace on earth and glad- ness, O- ver all the earth; 

Loved ones gone be- fore us To that home so bright, 
Just a - cross the riv - er, Where there is no night, 
And that dear old sto - ry Ev - er new to me, 

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Beck'ning lumds are wav - ing, Walk-ing there by sight. 

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And for their leader chose they he 

Of wisdom and courage, 

Of highest degree. 

He was conducted into office 

Of President to be, 

In the presence of first Congress 

And spectators free. 

Under the federal constitution did take 

The oath of office, as President of States. 

A reception at Trenton 

Was particularly great 

An arch was erected 

By the ladies of the state, 

Triumphal arch on which was inscribed 
The defenders of the mothers will be the pro- 
tectors of the daughters. He was here met by the 
ladies. and their little daughters who, as he passed, 
literally strewed his path with flowers and sang the 
following ode: 

Welcome mighty Chief once more. 

Welcome to this grateful shore, 

Now no mercenary foe 

Aims again the fatal blow. 

Aims at thee, the fatal blow. 

Virgins fair and matrons grave, 

Those your conquering arms did save, 

Built for the triumphal bowers, 

Strew ye fair. His path with flowers. 

Strew your hero's way with flowers. 
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Scripture Lesson 



WAITING. Isaiah 40: 31. 
But they that wait, upon the Lord, shall renew 
tlieir strength. They shall mount up as Eagles, They 
shall run, and not weary. They shall walk, and not 
faint. 

WISDOM. Eccle. 9: 10. 
What ever thy hand finds to do, Do it with all thy 
might, for there is no work, nor device, nor know- 
ledge, nor wisdom, in the grave whither thou go- 
est. 

WALKETH. Jer. 10: 23. 
O Lord, I know that the way of man, is not in 
himself, It is not in man, that walketh, to direct his 
steps. 

WANDERED. Heb. 2: 38. 
Of whom the world was not worthy. They wand- 
ered in deserts. And in the mountains, And in dens, 
and in caves of the earth. 

WRITTEN. Exodus 31: 18. 
And he gave unto Moses when he had made an 
end of communing with him, upon Mount Sinai, 
two tables of testimony. Tables of stone, written, 
with the finger of God. 

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WRATH. Prov. 15: 1. ^ 
A soft answer turneth away wrath, but grievious 
words, stir up anger. 

WORSHIP. Psalms 96: 9. 
O worship the Lord, in the beauty of holiness, 
Fear before him, all the earth. 

WORK. John 6: 29. 
This is the work of God, that ye believe in him, 
whom he hath sent. 

WORD. Gal. 5: 14. 
For all the law is fulfilled in one word, in this. 
Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thy self. 

WAGES. John 4: 36. 
And he that reapeth, receiveth wages and gather- 
eth fruit, unto life eternal. 

WONDERFUL. Psalms 119: 129. 
Thy testimonies are wonderful, therefore doth my 
soul keep them. 

WAKE. Thes. 5: 10. 
Who died for us, that whether, we wake, or 
sleep, we should live, together with him. 

WHOSOEVER. Rev. 22: 17. 
And the spirit and the bride say come, and let 
him that heareth say come, and let him that is a- 
thirst come, and whosoever will let him come and 
take the water of life freely. 

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WAIL. Rev. 1 : 7. 

Behold he cometh, with clouds, and every eye 
shall see him, and they also which pierced him, 
and all kindred of the earth shall wail, because of 
him. 

WORTHY. Rev. 5: 12. 
Worthy is the Lamb that was slain, To receive 
power, and riches, and wisdom and strength, and 
honor, and glory, and blessing. 



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